I received so many reminders for part 2. Thanks for the kind comments and here is part 2. Hope you will enjoy and your comments are important to me. Please keep rating me so that I can improve my style.
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My name is Sam and I am 18. I live with my step mom Amy in a quiet neighborhood where nothing much happens. My dad died 3 years ago and my step mom who is about 32 years old continued to take care of me. We didn't look much like mom and son, but I love her a lot. She was good to me from the start of the marriage when my father married her at the age of 25. So I could say she is like a sister more than she is a mom. She is smoking hot to look at the height of 5ft 6, with curves that turn guys' heads. Her breasts are 32D cups and her figure resembles an hourglass shape with rounded buttocks. She tends to cover her cleavage when she goes out but I have had glimpses of her valley of comfort as I secretly call it. Her face is pleasant with fairly widely spaced eyes and a n heart shaped face. Her hair is usually worn up to her shoulders.
The neighbors: The mom Kate was in her 40's. She was a fitness instructor and had a nice body. Her daughter Sara was 20 and petite with what I guessed to be C cups. She was no more than 5 feet that gave her a teen appearance. Her mom was much taller and her slim but powerful body gave her a sexy look. She didn't have much of a chest, but she made up the gap with her blond hair, blue eyes and a gorgeous shapely butt that made me quite uncomfortable around her.
For a few days after my first encounter, I made sure that I didn't run into mom much. Playing around with her as I did that day made me feel uncomfortable. Every time I thought about what happened, I got hard and that made me feel bad. However, I couldn't escape from day to day encounters during meals and there was sometimes an awkward silence between the two of us.
I didn't spot Kate and her mom too much and was happy about that. But one night as I was about to sleep, there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it to find Amy my step mom by the door. She seemed worried and when she looked up at me I saw her eyes glistening with tears.
"Can I talk to you, Sam?"
"Yeah, sure, come on in."
She came in dressed in a skirt and strap T-shirt that didn't do much good to conceal her large breasts. I could see a purple strap of her bra as she walked in. She sat down on the bed and sighed.
"Sam, I want to talk to you about what happened the other day. It was wrong of me to do what I did. I am sorry."
"Oh mom, its OK. I should have stopped you but, it was kinda nice, so I didn't want to stop you. Besides they were watching us and we wanted to give them a shock, right?"